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small gains in each day's measure
are small but significant treasure,
but enduring loss
comes with less cost
as I weather
failure and shame.
if I refuse the tether
of other's guilt,
I hold the integrity of my name.
there is no blame
in any event
it's simply a matter of personal intent.

I blog, a frog
From my edge of the pond.
There's no one around-
scarcely a sound,
But my deep throated bellow.
I, a solitary, not lonely, fellow
Tweet my tune-
a toadish croon-
Without concern for being heard
(-never been a member of the herd-).
Does it make sense
To blurt a song intense
That none will acknowledge
In froggish college?
There's an incandescent moon
That is my lune.
She will hear
though nobody's here.

What's in a word
Written, random?
Absurd!
Pablum!
But if one thinks a moment,
Ideas more potent
Might arise-
A pleasant surprise!
And all just for having thought
What might be wrought.
Not a bad way to turn a phrase,
As one passes the days!

Each day's progress
Is measured less
By what we do
Than seeing things through.
The strength to stay the course
Through all the worst,
Is the measure of a life's quality.
This simple banality
Defies individual frailty
And renders heroic
Seemingly trivial work.

As long as I am not too serious
it should not be seen as too egregious
to jot
in this spot
my personal musings
as I rummage, perusing
places in my mind
where I may find
something I might dare
to share....